I must go down to the sea again For the call of the running tide It's a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied. John Masefield More Quotes by John Masefield More Quotes From John Masefield Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth John Masefield finding-yourself journey men So death obscures your gentle form, So memory strives to make the darkness bright; And, in that heap of rocks, your body lies, Part of the island till the planet ends, My gentle comrade, beautiful and wise, Part of this crag this bitter surge offends, While I, who pass, a little obscure thing, War with this force, and breathe, and am its king. John Masefield kings wise beautiful In this life he laughs longest who laughs last. John Masefield laughter laughing life The Thames is a wretched river after the Mersey and the ships are not like Liverpool ships and the docks are barren of beauty ... it is a beastly hole after Liverpool; for Liverpool is the town of my heart and I would rather sail a mudflat there than command a clipper out of London John Masefield london heart rivers It ought to have gangsters, and aeroplanes and a lot of automatic pistols. John Masefield pistols gangsters ought Commonplace people dislike tragedy because they dare not suffer and cannot exult. John Masefield tragedy suffering people But he has gone, A nation's memory and veneration, Among the radiant, ever venturing on, Somewhere, with morning, as such spirits will. John Masefield gone morning memories What am I, Life? A thing of watery salt Held in cohesion by unresting cells, Which work they know not why, which never halt, Myself unwitting where their Master dwells? John Masefield cells work life The Lord who gave us Earth and Heaven John Masefield god heaven book State are not made, nor patched; they grow; John Masefield pain government law All ye that pass by! John Masefield taken kings life On the long dusty ribbon of the long city street, John Masefield feet song life In the dark room where I began My mother's life made me a man. Through all the months of human birth Her beauty fed my common earth. I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir, But through the death of some of her. John Masefield mother dark men Life's battle is a conquest for the strong; The meaning shows in the defeated thing. John Masefield defeated battle strong The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles. John Masefield longing long-distance-relationship soul Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain, And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again. John Masefield stars rain travel When Life knocks at the door no one can wait, John Masefield waiting doors death When the last sea is sailed and last shallow charted, John Masefield fire prayer death Love is a flame to burn out human wills, John Masefield love-is men life Poetry is a mixture of common sense, which not all have, with an uncommon sense, which very few have. John Masefield mixtures common-sense poetry
